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Who: Fayt Leingod, Albel Nox, and later Cliff Fittir, Okita Souji and Law.
What: A spar gone awry.
When: January 13th, afternoon
Where: Battledome
Summary: Fayt is tired of Albel avoiding them over lingering discomfort from the mistletoe shift, and tries to help him regain a sense of normalcy the only way he knows might work.
Rating: PG-15 for violence and heavy injuries.

Fayt had given it nearly two weeks. Two weeks of Albel sulking around, avoiding so much as talking to him or even looking at him. He'd barely seen the man, and even when he had it had only been for a second or two before Albel darted off.

He wasn't an idiot. That Albel seemed to be avoiding him was obvious enough, and he supposed he should have expected him to react this way-- Fayt had shrugged off the shift just fine, long used to the Malnosso messing with them by now, but Albel obviously didn't know how to. Albel avoided physical and emotional affection like it was the black plague, and shifted or not it had probably made Fayt's presence difficult for him to deal with.

It was more than a little awkward. Albel was eccentrically reactive at the best of times, but Fayt felt bad for making him so uncomfortable, even if it wasn't technically his fault. He had to do something.

A few messages sent Albel's way over the journals to try to smooth things over had gotten no response, though that wasn't surprising. Fayt finally just decided on the direct approach, heading to the battledome where he knew he'd find Albel training more likely than not.

When he finds the room the swordsman is using, he walks right in. There would be no running away this time.

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Really, he hated the battledome.

Albel would have much preferred a real opponent to all this computer simulation crap. Technology of this level was beyond him; even when they had breached realities to find out their existence was nothing more than a mere game, seeing and interacting with such vastly superior technology was beyond him. Still, it had one advantage, and that was only the fact that he did not need to deal with other humans in order to get some training in, which worked well for him at the moment.

He didn't want to deal with people right now. The blue haired maggot's grope session had left a bad taste in his mouth, leading to his current state of uncomfortable dress and even more excessive grumpiness than usual.

And then said blue haired maggot had to show up in the middle of one of his sessions and make it worse.

"Get out," he growled at him, not even bothering to turn around as he stabbed a virtual creature in the gut.

Albel should already know his attitude wasn't going to drive Fayt away so easily, and true to stubborn form, he walks further into the room, ignoring the angry demand. Two weeks was more than long enough of this charade.

"No, not this time. You've been avoiding me, haven't you?" He draws his sword since the sim is still active, keeping an eye on the simulated monsters. He wasn't sure if this scenario would identify a second fighter, but he'd rather not get interrupted by a sneak attack.

"Oh, I'm surprised you noticed," Albel replied, the sarcasm thick in his voice. He had every intention of ignoring Fayt entirely, hoping he would act like the child he was and eventually go away if he didn't pay any attention to him.

That was, until he heard him draw his sword.

Albel spun around immediately at that, sword arm extended, as if fully expecting a rear attack.

"Whoa, I'm just keeping an eye on the monsters, alright?" He holds up a hand, frowning slightly at Albel's tense reaction. Did he seriously think he'd attack him from behind? Maybe he'd underestimated how uncomfortable Albel was.

"I wasn't sure how detailed the sim was."

Albel let out an annoyed, "Tch," glaring at Fayt. He kept his sword arm extended, however, like he fully expected Fayt to attack him any moment.

"Even you should know not to draw a blade when a warrior's back is turned," he growled out.

The monsters around seemed to settle back, like they were just waiting for a good show to happen.

"Didn't used to be a problem out in the field." They'd fought plenty of groups of monsters together before, sometimes ones who'd gotten the jump on them, so this shouldn't be any different, besides these monsters being simulations. Combat wasn't ever the most organized thing.

Damn, how was he going to fix this...?

"....Listen, Albel, if this is about the last experiment...."

"I do not want to talk about it."

He finally lowered his blade then, glaring daggers at Fayt. There was a reason he had been avoiding him, had not wanted to talk to him. Obviously, the correct response was not to hunt him down so they could talk about it.

"If you want to cry and make excuses, annoy the blonde ape with it," Albel snapped. "I have no desire to listen."

"So how long is this going to keep going, then?" Facts were facts: This place wasn't going to change anytime soon until they found a way to change it themselves. They had to learn to deal with it all rather than let it get the better of them, even if they didn't like it. Albel running away and hiding like this did no one, himself included, any good. They had to stick together.

If he wouldn't listen to his words... He was still a bit bruised from his training session with Vegeta, but he could manage this.

"Fine. No excuses. Spar with me instead."

Albel's glare grew more severe, like he was going to just storm past him and walk out.

"You don't want that," he warned him, his grip on his sword tightening. He was still mad, and it was very likely he wouldn't be able to hold himself back.

"If it'll help you calm down? Yeah, I do." He tilts his head slightly, pinning Albel with a look. He was well aware Albel was angry, but it seemed like one of the only times the man was truly in his element was combat-- if it could help him regain some sort of equilibrium... Yeah, it was no big deal. He could handle it.

"Come on, it's probably been a while since you had a good fight."

Albel narrowed his eyes... and that was about the only warning Fayt got before he suddenly attacked, lashing out at him with a swiftness that was almost obscene. It was easy to tell he was really pissed; he hadn't come at him with that much ferocity since before they became allies.

Luckily enough, Fayt didn't need a warning, having already been ready for an attack since he'd proposed the idea, well aware that Albel's short fuse was fizzling out as they spoke. His sword is up almost instantly, blocking the attack.

The bloodlust behind the blade is familiar enough-- reminiscent of that time back on the Bequerel mountain path. It was almost enough for Fayt to question how smart his idea was, but there was no time for that.

Albel wasn't giving him a second to think for himself. His sword kept coming again and again, and the only way it could have been hitting harder against Fayt's blade was if he had been able to use both hands to grip the hilt. Of course, Albel wasn't going to fall into a pattern either; that wasn't his style, repeating the same damn thing over and over again.

One hit landed on Fayt's blade, and Albel forced it down toward the ground and out of the way with all his strength. His prosthetic was raised in the next moment, palm glowing, and Fayt had maybe a few seconds before the energy blew up in his face.

Thw second Albel started forcing his sword downward, Fayt knew something was coming. After all, Albel didn't just have one weapon, he had two. Luckily, that downward force worked in Fayt's favor when it came to retreat, and pulling hard, he yanks his sword out from beneath Albel's, backstepping away as he does.

Not that it will be much of a retreat. He's going to take advantage of the lull Albel's energy attack caused and call up something up his own, palm glowing before he lashes out with an arm, fire symbols appearing in it's path before exploding in an arc in Albel's direction.

The two blasts met between them both, and a small fountain of fire exploded in mid air, forcing Albel to retreat. One of the electronic monsters thought it was a good idea to attack at that point, and it lunged for him. What wasn't a good idea -- for it at least -- was that Albel was facing the creature when it attacked. His sword snapped out, impaling the stupid glob of programming through the gut and, barely giving much thought to whether or not it would be successful, Albel flung around. The creature whipped off his blade like a rocket, launching itself at Fayt even as bits of it started to disappear.

Fayt retreats as well, though not far enough for the next move Albel pulls. Eyes wide at the unconventional move, he raises his sword and slashes through the monster with a long upward arc of his blade-- slicing it in half. The severed bits fall to the side as they fade, disappearing before they even hit the ground.

"Hey!"

Bad idea to gripe about it Fayt; Albel was moving nearly as soon as the beast left his sword. He took advantage of Fayt's distraction, slashing at him as hard as he could with the clawed fingers of his gauntlet.

Fayt was lucky-- if he hadn't reeled back from the thrown monster just slightly, he might have been missing an arm right now. As it was though, the claws of Albel's gauntlet hit their mark, gouging deep into his arm and drawing blood and more than a little pain. Fayt compensates in spite of it, slashing out at Albel and trying to counteract the close range attack with a slice that'll either get Albel to give him some distance or leave a decent sized wound of it's own.

He's realizing clearly now that this might not have been the best idea. This wasn't a spar anymore, wasn't even an angry fight... Albel wanted blood.

Albel gave him a little space at his counter attack... but he was right on him almost immediately, raining down a flurry of blows that any normal swordsman would have fallen to without question. It was almost like drawing blood had fueled him, and he wasn't going to stop until he was dripping in it.

Fayt blocks several of the blows as they come, before he catches one of them on his sword and drags it downward, making use of the Veinslay's guard to lock it down as he slams a kick into Albel's midsection with all the force he could muster behind it. Either he got Albel to wear himself out, or he incapacitated him... He wasn't going to cool his head easily, that was for sure.

Albel let out a started grunt as Fayt's foot met his stomach. Problem was, he refused to let go of his sword, so as he stumbled backward, he dragged both his sword and Fayt along for the ride. He let out an irritable noise when he realized his blade wasn't going to come unhooked from Fayt's so easily... so naturally the mature response was to shove the metal palm of his claw in his face and push.

If it wasn't for that claw heading towards his face, Fayt's next move would have been to stomp on Albel's wrist to try to get him to drop the sword... Instead he's pulling away, ducking under the claw and flashing upward towards Albel, freeing his sword but gaining some sorely needed distance again.

Albel had to take advantage of the distance himself; the blow to his gut had knocked the wind out of him, and he wrapped his clawed arm around his midsection, struggling to get air back in his lungs. He stalked around Fayt's position carefully, a sneer on his face as he tried to find an opening he could exploit.

Fayt isn't going to give him much of a chance to catch his breath-- he's rushing forward with a flurry of slashes, the faint outline of energy quickly coating his blade adding to it's cutting power and speed. He knew he had a few options here: disarm Albel, incapacitate, or slow him down. He's aiming for the man's limbs, anything that will cut down that deadly speed.

Albel let out an annoyed noise... before he suddenly side stepped, running out of the way of Fayt's attack. Instead of him, a monster that had been behind Albel launched itself at Fayt, like it wanted to rip his face off. Obviously it wouldn't succeed, but it gave him the opening he needed.

Once he heard the monster snarling, Albel doubled back, lashing out at Fayt while he was distracted. Teeth or sword; what's it going to be, maggot?